If I let this heaviness sink me
Then I will do it alone

If I try and give it away

It will come back

Lonelier then before

Can love lift it??

How heavy is this love

It presses me to the ground

And doesn't hear the absence of sound

And the strings of pain that cocoon me from more pain

Wrapped like a present
For a later day

Unwrap my pain and lay it out. It's heavy existence to be admired and desired

Until you can pawn it off at a yard sale

Boxed away or broken

Pieces scatter to the sky

And free... Of its heaviness

Why. Can't. It. Just. Lift. Me.